Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.